The Fete of Death
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Mavis Poole had thrown herself into her work at the library after Simon Salter's death. Cheryl Trellan, had asked Mavis for her help with the charity fundraising. Mavis had suggested a weekend cake stall to raise funds. They sold like hot cakes and with every cake sold, Mavis Poole felt stronger. She’d been given a new cause to champion, which also enabled her to be close to Simon Salter, in her own way. She didn't allow anyone inside her house when she was baking anymore (because you can't be too careful, especially when you've no sense of smell).
Susan Smythe, had stopped drinking and started to dress up more. People in the village spoke to her and treated her differently when she made an effort with her appearance. She often went to the tearoom for a cream tea which she could now afford because she had just got a job as a part time receptionist at the doctor's surgery.
It was on one of her trips to the tearoom, that she met her new boyfriend. Unlike her last boyfriend, he was lovely, good looking and could sing too. He was a graphic designer and totally smitten with the bubbly Susan Smythe.
So it appeared it was business as usual but, a dark cloud had followed Tara back to Nithercott. The curse that had rested on Tarndale's shoulders for years, was now firmly anchored in Nithercott's boundaries.
Murder was about to kick up a storm...